absurd deduction game.

Chapter 752

"I'm just sorry for this brother who sings an opera." Under the gloomy gaze of the child, Yu Xing shrugged, "This orphan needs the little rabbit's comfort more than I do."

"...Really." The child didn't know if he heard the connotation in Yu Xing's tone, and was still not very happy. He took a last look at Yu Xing and continued to fold his paper.

The actor looked very happy: "Then I will accept it."

Yu Xing didn't want to talk to him, so he knocked on Zhao Yijiu's door.

After such a while, everything in the room should have been searched out.

With a creak, Zhao Yijiu's door was opened. He let Yu Xing in silently, and closed the door behind his back: "You guessed right, the person who stayed overnight should have died in the well."

Before Yu Xing could answer, he took the initiative to take out a plate of wet clothes from the bed: "This room corresponds to Song Scholar. The previous resident wrote blood on the bottom of the bed, saying that he had nightmares every day. drowned himself."

Yu Xing glanced at the clothes: "Where did you find this?"

"On the bed." Zhao Yijiu had a strange expression, "Even if I don't look for the ones hidden in the quilt, I can't sleep when I want to sleep at night, the quilt is all wet."

Yu Xing lay on the ground and went to see the blood written on the bottom of the bed by Zhao Yijiu, but he didn't see any traces.

Zhao Yijiu could tell from his expression: "Can't you see?"

"Yeah." Yu Xing said, "It's probably aimed at you."

Zhao Yijiu narrowed his eyes: "It was written in blood that at night, he dreamed that he was drowning, and there were faint voices of people around him, and then he woke up with the feeling that someone was sleeping beside him."

"Obviously there was no one there, but I felt this way." He put the dish of wet clothes on the table in disgust, "After that, he hid under the bed and slept."

In the deserted house, the only water-related thing that can be seen so far is the well.

"Why does this have something to do with Song Shusheng?" Yu Xing was curious. Even though nightmare and drowning were written in blood, there was no mention of Song Shusheng.

"There are medicine residues in the room, and the previous resident was a doctor." Zhao Yijiu opened the cabinet in the room again, and took out a note. The words on it were crooked, and it looked like it was written by a child. The content was——

【Brother Song is very interested in medicine. He dragged me to hand in a note, saying that he wanted to have a night chat with Ni Bingzhu about medical books. 】

"Oh, the kid at the door." Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice, "The little guy really likes to do things for others, he will pass notes to the lodger for 'Brother Song' for a while, and give notes for 'Brother Singing' for a while." I will send the little rabbit."

Zhao Yijiu: "...?"

Zhao Yijiu: "Meddle in other people's business, and miss a beating."

"Oh, now it seems that this child has played a big role, and he won't get well." Yu Xing took the note and pondered, "The person who wrote this note is a doctor...then the time of his death should be before the lodgers of my house."

The person in Yu Xing's room was a scholar. From the scholar's point of view, Song Ben was a doctor, but getting along became more and more weird, and seemed to gradually assimilate to the scholar's identity.

Song's ability may be to steal the identity of the lodger, from a temporarily unknown identity to become a doctor, and then to become a scholar, and now he is living in a deserted house as a Song scholar.

He told Zhao Yijiu about this guess, and then asked, "Have you ever seen embroidery in the house?"

Since Miss Yun and Scholar Song both appeared in the diary, the previous guest in Zhao Yijiu's room might have dealt with them at the same time.

"No." Zhao Yijiu gave a negative answer, "No embroidery."

There is no written record in the room that mentioned embroidery, let alone left embroidery.

Yu Xing thought, the scholar chasing his wife in his room said that "Miss Li" gave him a white embroidery, but he didn't see it in the room.

Did he go to the well with the corpse, or did he go somewhere else?
The embroidery Miss Yun gave was white, but the room was covered with red embroidery, could it be...

Suddenly, a cold feeling surged without warning, as if something crashed and shattered on the ground, and invisible ripples scattered from a certain place, causing the soul to suffocate, Zhao Yijiu let out a muffled groan, Cover your forehead.

"So dizzy." He gave a short feedback, squinting his eyes to look at Yu Xing, but Yu Xing seemed to be fine, and he still had one free hand to support him.

"Something happened." Yu Xing said.

A child's screams could be heard in the yard, followed by the sound of a strong woodcutter swearing and opening the door and rushing out.

"What's going on?" The woman's inquiry could be heard vaguely.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu looked at each other, turned to open the door, and saw the child's basket overturned, and he fell to the ground, twitching and rolling the whites of his eyes.

On the opposite side, a woman in red and a sick young scholar also opened the door and looked out. Both of them had worries and doubts on their faces, but no one came to help the child on the ground.

The actor, who seemed to have never returned to his room, stood beside the child, admired the tragedy for a while, and then pretended to help him up, and sat down next to him.

The woodcutter hurried to the row of unoccupied rooms with an ax in his hand, with a look of anger on his face: "Which blind man is running around, trying to kill—"

When he saw Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu coming out, he froze.

"Why are you two here?"

Yu Xing was very innocent: "Where is it not here?"

The woodcutter had already reached the door of that row of rooms, but at this moment he suddenly seemed afraid to go in, staring at them in disbelief.

Is this what is going on?
Everyone is here, the three people who came to stay today, including the four people who lived in the deserted house, now one counts as one, and they all opened the door and stared in the yard.

He originally thought that one of Yu Xing or Zhao Yijiu was acting badly, and sneaked to another room when he first arrived, but it wasn't!
Who was that... smashing things in there?
What the hell? !

This realization made the woodcutter tremble. He put his hand on the door in fear, but he dared not open it.

The actor smiled meaningfully: "Look at how nervous everyone is, is there someone important living in it? Or is there something valuable?"

"No, no." The woodcutter swallowed, put his hands down, and took a step back, "Forget it, forget it, I'll go in and have a look at night."

As he said that, he didn't even plan to open the door to check.

Yu Xing thought, that movement was 100% made by Yi Qing.

Ke Yiqing's ghost body can't be touched most of the time, what happened to make this illusory ghost make such a noise?
And this way... Girl Yun and Shusheng Song, who had locked themselves in the room from the beginning, also came out.

Song Shusheng was leaning against the door frame, as if he was struggling to move, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were black and blue, and the fingers of his hands were as thin as skinny bones.

Miss Yun was wearing a blood-colored skirt, her lips were bright red, her hair was untied, and her jet-black hair was just loose, disappearing into the darkness behind the crack of the door.

While Yu Xing was observing, Miss Yun's eyes moved and she looked straight at him.

Looking at each other, Miss Yun curled her lips into a smile, her expression was mournful, as if she had suffered some injustice and grievance, but she could only force a smile.

In short, this is a woman who has a lot of stories at first glance, and the records in the diary also cast a dangerous and terrifying filter on her.

"Look." Song Shusheng coughed twice, and said his first sentence of the day, "The food is ready."

After his words fell, everyone looked at the dining table in the courtyard.

At some point, a plate of delicate dishes appeared on the table. The glutinous rice was packed separately, one bowl, two bowls... exactly eight bowls, neatly placed in front of eight small stools.

"Let's eat first." The woodcutter threw the ax aside, scratching his head unnaturally, "No matter when you come, you must finish your meal, otherwise something bad will happen."

"What can be broken?" Yu Xing leaned over to answer the question.

"Injuries, dead people... It's terrible! If you don't want to have an accident, you should eat quickly!" The woodcutter still had a ferocious look in his eyes, but he forced himself to look friendly.

Miss Yun walked out of the room completely, closed the door meticulously and came to the table. She wanted to start a conversation, but when she saw something, her eyes trembled: "There is...an extra bowl of rice."

For a moment, the faces of the four barren house residents all became gloomy.

(End of this chapter)